This weekend, we took the time to complete off our Ramadan grocery shopping. Though not much, it is still a task in itself. During the month, normally our visits to the supermarkets go to the minimum since there will be hardly time to adjust in between. As we picked up what was required and was waiting at the counter, the family in front of us had already put in their groceries on the till and were waiting for their bill. They stood in the line with the trolley, then a pram, and the ladies of the family (a mother and a daughter) behind it. Their billing was already done, the grocery was packed, the gentleman was paying the bill, yet nobody took care to move a bit ahead to put the grocery back into the trolley and make way for the others in the queue, since there were already three others waiting behind us. I politely asked the lady if she could move a bit ahead so that I could start keeping our stuff on the till. Even though the daughter wanted to move ahead, her mother discouraged her and said, “Rehne do (“leave it” in Urdu/Hindi), nobody is in a hurry here.” I was shocked by the cold attitude. This was just a small matter, yes, but sometimes I really wonder how much our insensitivity can affect a lot of people around us. We, as parents, are supposed to be role models to our children and encourage them when they show a bit of compassion, but when we ourselves discourage, what right would we have to rant in our old age that our kids are not behaving well to us? 🙁 It is a sad reality, that many of us don’t want to understand…
Moving on from my rant (off my head! 😉 ), coming to a very traditional sweet made of excess jackfruit seeds in Malabar. Personally, I have never seen my grandma or anybody make this. A few years ago, when the cooking bug had just bitten, I came across this recipe in a forum and wondered how it would taste. Since I had some stock, I went ahead and made a little batch. The first bite and I knew I had eaten this somewhere. There was this far relative of my umma’s we used to go last when on a relative visit. Ask me why… because she would always delay us going back home. 😀 She would purposely make us sit there and keep talking about everybody in the locality while she would be making something with whatever she had, most of the time it would be freshly roasted cashew nuts. I totally love the aroma and flavor of it, miss it all the more while doing my post. 🙁 I had eaten these unda from her house. Now, she is not in the best of health, so when we turn down her request to have tea, she gives in. May Allah make it easy for her! My first batch was distributed to all my relatives who kept coming home and they wouldn’t believe it is chakkakuru. 🙂 Each time, I make a very small batch, as these can get spoiled very easily due to the fresh coconut and too much of hand handling, so I make sure that I finish it off in time.
- 20 jackfruit seeds
- 1 cup grated coconut
- ½ cup sugar
- A good pinch cardamom
- Peel the jackfruit seeds and take off parts of the brown skin.
- Put into a pressure cooker with water upto its level and cook for 8 to 10 whistles on medium flame. Switch off and allow it to cool completely.
- Drain the jackfruit seeds into a bowl. Mash well till smooth.
- Add the remaining ingredients and mix well. In case the mixture is sticky, add a little roasted rice flour to adjust.
- Roll them to balls and enjoy!